Yeah some mornings I drag for the half hour I get ready to go. I pathetically check the inflation on my tires twice to forstall the trip. The first few miles I curse the three speed bumps, the large potholl and the two lights that refuse to acknowledge my big steel mtbike. What keeps me doing it every morning though is the knowledge that every single day I've ridden, I've arrived at work with an ear to ear smile on my face ready to get started on the day.

Even on the day I had three flats, I was still smiling (although one minute late) when I got to work. Even on the day I rode through three feet of water I was smiling (although chilled) when I got to work.